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R unzel-Punzel was a little mouse who wore one of fhe prettiest 
gray fur coats in Mouseville. 

Aunty Twinkle-Toes had taken Runzel-Punzel to live with her 
at Black Cat Inn, the largest stump in Green Meadow, when Runzel- 
Punzel was a very little baby mouse. She had found her all alone 
in the field just after Farmer Brown had finished his spring plowing 
the morning that all of Mouseville was buried. 

Later, Aunty Twinkle-Toes and Runzel-Punzel moved from Black 
Cat Inn, the largest stump in Green Meadow, into their own little 
home. It was a small mouse hole near the bank of a sparkling 
brook, and it had a roof of green sod and a big front door, 
which was always kept shut. 

One bright morning Aunty Twinkle-Toes went to market. She 
left Runzel-Punzel at home to make the beds. 

“Now don't go away until I come back,” said Aunty Twinkle- 
Toes, “and don't make any noise. Be sure to keep the door shut.” 

The little mouse beds were made of soft green leaves. The 
counterpanes were of woven grasses. Runzel-Punzel was a quick 
little mouse, so it took her only a few minutes to make the beds. 

She dusted the furniture and watered the flowers. Then Runzel- 
Punzel sat down on the window sill 
to eat a big yellow carrot. 

As she ate it, she thought to her¬ 
self, “I wish I lived in town. It must be 
much nicer to be a town mouse than 
it is to be a country mouse.” 

Runzel-Punzel took another bite of 
carrot. “Why can’t I go to see Alli- 
Malli right now!” she exclaimed. 

Alli-Malli was also a gray mouse, 
large for her age, who lived in town. 

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And what a good time she had telling all her little friends 
at school about life in town! 

“You have so many places to go,” Alli-Malli would say. “There 
are so many pantries to play in. There are wonderful looking-glasses 
in almost every room where you can see yourself. And there are 
such delicious things to eat.” 

Alli-Malli always stopped when she came to this part of her 
story and ran her little pink tongue out of each corner of her 
mouth as a cat does when it licks its chops. Then all the little field 
mice who went to The Mouse's School would think of wonderful 
things to eat-cookies, candy, and even cheese cake. 

“Yes, I think I shall go into town 
and visit Alli-Malli now,” said 
Runzel-Punzel. 

So little Runzel-Punzel put on 
her best yellow dress and apron. 

She looked at herself carefully in a 
dew-drop looking-glass that hung 
on a blade of grass near the door. 

When she had smoothed out her 
apron, away she scampered. 

She ran through the broad fields. Sweet grasses and bright 
flowers were on every side, but Runzel-Punzel was in such a hurry she 
never noticed them. She even went through a bed of wild straw¬ 
berries that lay sweet and ripe in the warm summer sun without 
stopping to eat a single one. Straight to town she hurried. And 
there she quickly ran down a dirty alley and into a dark cellar 
where Alli-Malli lived. 

Alli-Malli met her at the door, and scampered ahead to the 
dining room. Sure enough, there were cake crumbs on the floor, 
and a large plate of cheese was near the edge of the table just 
where the two mice could reach it and eat their fill. 



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“You see how much nicer it is here in town,” squeaked Alli- 
Malli. “Cakes, cookies, and cheese cake—as much as you wantl 
When it rains, just run into a hole in the wall. You never get wet 
as you would in Green Meadow. When Farmer Brown begins his 
spring plowing, you need never be afraid.” 

Runzel-Punzel nodded. “I am going back to get Aunty Twinkle- 
Toes,” she said. “We will both move in from the country this very 
day. I am tired of being a country mouse. I shall be a town mouse. ’ 
And Runzel-Punzel looked very important as she smoothed her 
white frilled apron. 

Then she said good-by to Alli-Malli and started home. 

In the meantime Aunty Twinkle-Toes had come back to the 
little house with the sod roof. Runzel-Punzel was gone! She looked 



























everywhere. She called and called. 
No one answered. Finally she got 
out her cards and sat down to play. 

Tears streamed down her 
cheeks. The tip of her tail began 
to ache from fear and excitement. 
She wrapped it in flannel and 
tied it with a little red bow. Some¬ 
thing dreadful was going to happen, 
she was sure. 

Just then the door burst open. 
In danced Runzel-Punzel. “Aunty Twinkle-Toes,” said she, “let's 
hurry and pack. Weare moving from the country into town this very day I” 

Aunty Twinkle-Toes looked at Runzel-Punzel. “Oh, why did 
you leave me?” she wept. “I have been so frightened. And the 
tip of my tail aches like the tooth ache!” 

Then, without saying one word about moving to town, Aunty 
Twinkle-Toes went right to bed to get over the ache in the tip 
of her tail. But Runzel-Punzel began packing. First she put all the 
fresh vegetables and fruits and grain in a big basket. Then she 
folded up the bedding of her own little bed. “We shall leave the 
furniture here,” said Runzel-Punzel to herself. “We may come out 
to the country for week ends.” 

Then she brought hot tea to 
Aunty Twinkle-Toes who soon felt 
well enough to sit up. 

“What are you doing, Runzel- 
Punzel?” asked Aunty Twinkle-Toes 
when she saw the fresh vege¬ 
tables and the fruits and grain 
in a big basket. 

“Oh, AuntyTwinkle-Toes, I have 
just been to visit Alli-Malli who 
lives in town. 

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“Alli-Malli says there are always cake and cookies and cheese 
cake in the house. When it rains, we can just run into a hole in 
the wall. We would never get wet as we do here in Green Meadow. 

"And just think, when Farmer Brown begins his plowing and 
all of Mouseville lies buried, we need never be afraid! So we 
are going to move into town,” said Runzel-Punzel squeaking with joy. 

“But, Runzel-Punzel, I shall miss my old friends! I can't ever 
leave Green Meadow,” said Aunty Twinkle-Toes. 

“Aunty, there are wonderful looking-glasses in every room 
where you can see yourself. There are ever so many places to 
go —so many pantries for me to play in. Please, please go!” 

Now Aunty Twinkle-Toes loved 
Runzel-Punzel very, very much, and 
so, because she wanted her to 
be happy, she got up and put 
on her black skirt with its bright 
blue waist. 

“Very well, Runzel-Punzel, we 
shall go to town,” she said. “But 
we must have a good meal before 
we leave.” 

Then Aunty Twinkle-Toes took 
down a large white candle from the top pantry shelf and between 
bites she said quietly, “Yes, I am perfectly willing to go to town for 
one week to see how we like it. We can visit with Alli-Malli, 
but we will leave all our furniture here. 

“I know we shall miss the fresh air and the sweet grasses. 

“I know that in two days' time you will be thinking of wild 
strawberries for breakfast. 

“I know you will be wanting to go to The Mouse's School 
next September.” 



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But Runzel-Punzel said, “No, I am tired of being a country 
mouse. We shall be town mice—for always, not just for one week!” 

Aunty Twinkle-Toes looked wise, but without a squeak she 
followed Runzel-Punzel along the sparkling little brook toward town. 

Suddenly a tall white bird flew down before them. “You are 
foolish little mice,” said the bird. “You will come to grief in town.” 



And with a hoarse cry he flew off. 

Runzel-Punzel was so frightened that she fell in the brook, 
but she climbed on a near-by boat and scampered to shore. 

But poor Aunty Twinkle-Toes, clinging to a tiny bush, did not 
escape so easily. Her tail was caught by a tiny green man 
riding on a crayfish. 

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“I am the One-Eyed Zwick- 
Zwack, the spirit of the brook,” 
said he. “You mice must not leave 
Green Meadow. Sorrow and dan¬ 
ger will come to you. Go back 
to your mouse hole and . live 
in peace and contentment.” 

Then he vanished as quickly 
as he had come. And Aunty 
Twinkle-Toes would not have been 
sure it had happened at all, if her 
tail had not been so very wet 
and cold, and the tip of it so 
very pinched. But Aunty Twinkle-Toes did not stop to think about 
the ache in her tail as she and Runzel-Punzel ran back into the 
sunny meadow. 

They had just sat down in the shade of a bush to rest when 
along came a goat. The goat ate grass at their feet and then 
said quietly, “Aunty Twinkle-Toes, you have lived in Green 
Meadow for a long, long time. We field and meadow people 
like you. Do not leave us.” 

Without waiting for an answer the goat walked on, eating grass. 

“Runzel-Punzel,” said Aunty Twinkle-Toes. “I know we are 
making a mistake. The white bird has told us not to go. The 
One-Eyed Zwick-Zwack has told us 
not to leave Green Meadow. The tip 
of my tail has ached every minute 
since we first talked of moving. That 
is always a sign of danger. I do want 
you to be happy, but let's turn back, 
my darling.” 

Runzel-Punzel was a stubborn little 
mouse as well as a foolish one. 

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So she said, “No, I am tired of being a country mouse. I 
shall be a town mouse. You promised you would move into town 
with me, Aunty Twinkle-Toes. You know you did.” 

Aunty Twinkle-Toes sighed and walked on through Green Meadow 
with the sweet grasses and bright flowers around them. When they 
came to the brook, they stepped into a walnut-shell rowboat 
and Aunty Twinkle-Toes rowed them into town. But the tip of her 
poor tail ached more than ever. 

When they got out of the walnut-shell rowboat, the tall sweet 
grasses and bright flowers were gone. There were stones and 
sand and old tin cans lying about with weeds growing everywhere. 

Again Aunty Twinkle-Toes squeaked sadly, “I know that we 
shall miss the fresh air and the sweet grasses. 

“I know that in two days' time you will be thinking of wild 
strawberries for breakfast. 

“I know that you will be wanting to go to The Mouse's School. 

“I know that you will miss Mousetta and Frisk and Frisky Mouseling 
tomorrow morning. In fact, I am sure 
we shall both be wishing for our own 
little home, with its green sod roof. 

And the farther I go from Green 
Meadow the more my tail aches. 

But Runzel-Punzel said, “I am tired 
of being a country mouse. I will be 
a town mouse.” 

So the two mice came to the dirty 
alley where Alli-Malli lived. They ran 
around mud puddles. They climbed 
over piles of ashes. The sun was hot. 

There was no breeze. 



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Alli-Malli met them at the gate. Aunty Twinkle-Toes sat down 
to rest in the cool cellar while the young mice ran to the pantry. 
Never had Runzel-Punzel seen so many good things to eat at one time! 

“Let’s take something to Aunty Twinkle-Toes,” Runzel-Punzel 
finally said after she had eaten potatoes, carrots, and candles. 

Alli-Malli ran to a box and reached into it. Suddenly both 
little mice heard a low growl. Alli-Malli gave a frightened squeak. 
She made a leap and ran straight up the pantry shelves to the very top. 

“Runzel-Punzel, come quick,” she squeaked. “Follow me!” 
Runzel-Punzel hid behind a big blue bowl and waited. 


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She knew she could never follow Alli-Malli to the top of the 
pantry. In Green Meadow she could scamper away through the 
tall sweet grasses, but here in the small room with its smooth tile 
floor and many shelves she could only wait. 

As she peeped from behind the blue bowl she saw a dog — 
a big dog whose teeth were long and sharp and white, and 
whose mouth was open. Slowly the dog walked across the pantry 
floor with his eyes fastened on the white candle Runzel-Punzel 
had been eating. One more step, and the big brown dog would 
find poor little Runzel-Punzel hiding behind the blue bowl! 

Just then from the kitchen came the call, “Hector, come here!” 
A small boy whistled. The dog turned, and walked slowly away. 

“Quick,” squeaked Alli-Malli from the first pantry shelf. “I 
have come all the way down to help you. Give me your paw.” 

Runzel-Punzel crouched behind the blue bowl on the pantry 
floor too frightened to move. “I am so frightened,” she cried. 
“I want to go home. Oh, why did we leave Green Meadowl” 

“Don't be such a foolish little mouse, Runzel- 
Punzel. Do you want to get caught? Give me 
your paw. Quick!” 

Footsteps sounded on the kitchen floor. 

“Runzel-Punzel, you must give me your 
paw. I am right here.” 

Runzel-Punzel looked up. Right above her 
on the first shelf sat Alli-Malli on top of an 
apple butter jar. It was really only a few 
indies above her. 

Runzel-Punzel caught Alli-Malli’s paw in 
both of hers and gave a tiny leap. Then 
both mice were on the first pantry shelf. 



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“Now, Runzel-Punzel, we simply must get out of this 
pantry,” said Alli-Malli. “The minute people step in here from the 
kitchen they v/ill see the carrot and potato and candle you have 
been eating and they will know mice are in the pantry. They 
will call the cat. They will call the big brown dog. They will chase 
us with brooms. If you ever expect to get back to Aunty Twinkle- 
Toes and Green Meadow, watch me and do what I do. 

Alli-Malli took a tiny leap and 
landed on the top of the sugar keg. 

Runzel-Punzel sat on the top of 
the apple butter jar and cried. 

“Do you want to get back to 
Green Meadow?” asked Alli-Malli. 

“Oh yes, why did I ever leave?” 
sobbed Runzel-Punzel. 

“Then watch me.” Alli-Malli hopped 
back to the apple butter jar. Once more she hopped to the sugar 
keg. This time Runzel-Punzel was on the sugar keg, too. 

“That's fine,” said Alli-Malli. “Now don't look back. Don't look 
down. Our next jump will take us to the top of the coffee grinder.” 

She took a quick spring. Runzel-Punzel jumped after her. 

“We are on the third shelf, Runzel-Punzel, only three more 
to go. Don't fall. Right behind that large brown box on the top 
shelf is a hole. We will jump to the top of the brown box first.” 

Up the three shelves, to the top of the box and into the hole 
both mice scampered. It was dark and dusty. Runzel-Punzel could 
hardly breathe. Soon they were in a dark cellar. Across the floor they 
ran to where Aunty Twinkle-Toes was sitting, holding her aching tail. 

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“Quick, Aunty Twinkle-Toes,” cried Runzel-Punzel. “We are 
going back to Green Meadow right now. Thank you, Alli-Malli, 
for inviting us to visit you in town. Eat all you want of all the good 
things you can find in the pantry. You may have them and welcome. 

“As for Aunty Twinkle-Toes and me, we will live in Green 
Meadow in the fresh air and the sweet grasses. I shall go to The 
Mouse's School next September. I shall play with Mousetta and 
Frisk and Frisky Mouseling in the morning. I shall have wild 
strawberries for breakfast. And the ache in the tip of your tail will 
be all gone, dear Aunty Twinkle-Toes.” 

“Good-by, Alli-Malli,” squeaked Aunty Twfnkle-Toes. “I am 
sure you will always be happy in town. But we will be happy 
in Green Meadow. Come and see us soon.” 

Down the alley scurried the two country 
mice. When they came to the sparkling 
brook the walnut-shell row¬ 
boat was still there. 

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hurry to get back to Green 
Meadow that they fell in the 
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